“You’re smiling. You never smile.”
“I smile,” I tell her in disbelief.
“You absolutely do not smile. I think I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve seen you smile in the five years I’ve worked here.”
I grumble under my breath because she’s probably right. I’m not known for my approachability. Things like that don’t matter in the small town you grew up in, though. Everyone knows you and is in your business, regardless of having aFuck Offsign on my forehead.
“Don’t you have work to do or something? I’m sure Mabel needs something, especially with these damn news vans everywhere,” I deflect.
“Sure do, Boss Man. Just one more thing—whatever made you smile like that, you should do more of.” Then she turns around and heads to her small desk outside of my office.
Easy, Audrey. Just keep Rina close. But I know it’ll never be more than sex for her. And my heart definitely won’t end up crushed by the end of this or anything.
Rina:
I really wish I didn’t have this fucking order to make.
Me:
Why is that? Feeling needy?
Jesus, if she wasn’t going in that direction, I just proved I’m a horny asshole with one thing on my mind. It wouldn’t necessarily be wrong, but damn, a little decorum would be nice.
Rina:
So. Fucking. Horny.
Rina:
To be clear: The only reason this is happening is because I need the distraction. It’s just sex.
I ignore her second message because, honestly, my shriveled-up heart hurts a little hearing that. Even if I knew the score from the get-go. But I’m down for just sex at this point. Anything that involves Rina is something I’m on boardwith.
Me:
And there’s no chance we can get together before the end of the week?
Rina:
Sadly, no. I really need to finish this.
Me:
Where are you right now?
Rina:
In my workshop, taking a break to tell you how horny I am.
Me:
I could always come down there and bend you over your worktable.
Rina:
You could, I suppose. But that would just prolong getting this done.
Me:
